Billy Ray's a Chicagoan.
And his Daddy taught him to have some fun.
He took us up to Clark and Addison
where young Jody Davis would be catchin'
and my heart Billy would be snatchin'
then he looked into my eyes
Lord knows, to my surprise

The only boy who could ever reach me
was the son of a Bleacher Bum.
The only boy who could ever teach me
was the son of a Bleacher Bum.
He was, he was, oh yes he was.

Them Cubbies never make it easy
now matter how hard they try.
Harry Caray had cows so holy.
Ryne Sandberg would hit so boldly.
Needed Billy to come and hold me.

The only boy who could ever reach me
was the son of a Bleacher Bum.
The only boy who could ever teach me
was the son of a Bleacher Bum.
He was, he was, oh yes he was.

How well I remember
the tears were in our eyes
when Steve Garvey's ball would fly
tried to have a good time
blew the Pennant one more time.
Learnin' that our love was with it.
So come on, Sammy Sosa, hit it!

The only boy who could ever reach me
was the son of a Bleacher Bum.
The only boy who could ever teach me
was the son of a Bleacher Bum.
He was, he was, oh yes he was.

The only boy who could ever reach me
was the sweet-talkin' son of a Bleacher Bum.
The only boy who could ever teach me
he was the son of a Bleacher Bum.
The only boy who could ever reach me
was the sweet-talkin' son of a Bleacher Bum.
The only boy who could ever teach me
he was the son of a Bleacher Bum.
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